Dockland Blues

Another proper summer day.

I made it out to the docklands (on my way back from leaving my wife to the airport) and spent over an hour there taking pictures. Presumably because it was a bank holiday Sunday, the place was largely deserted, though there were some people working, moving containers about with a nifty, cleverly designed four-wheeled machine that looks too slight for such a task. Walking in certain areas, it was possible to imagine the place had fallen into disuse, that the pigeons, dust and weather had been busy with their reclamations for years.

I love this kind of territory, abraded workaday surfaces and forgotten corners of industry, newly oiled machinery rubbing shoulders with the long-out-of-date, sense of a place remaking itself in bits and pieces, strictly according to necessity.

I need many more visits to get a handle on the docklands (or Dublin Port as it's officially called). Here's some more shots:

TRAIL ENDS HERE
PIGEONS
WHITE PURPLE & GREY
PUDDLES
DOCKLANDS PAGODA
LABELS ON EMPTY CONTAINER
WHITE SHADOWS